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Sharing my pain would heal me, i thought.
So I opened up
told them everything.
The sleepless nights, the buried fears, the truth.

And they listened.
But not to understand.

They turned my story into gossip.
My wounds into entertainment.
Some even laughed.

That’s when I learned
not everyone deserves your truth.
Some people don’t hold your pain.
They dance to it.
Some hearts are too shallow to hold deep wounds. Share carefully , not every ear deserves your truth.
Daniel Tucker Apr 22
Since I was a child
I have fervently
Tried to filter out
Negative echoes
Of our history  
And focus
On each one.

Echoes are
Shockwaves
Throughout
Society
Building strength
And momentum as
They damage then
Ricochet off one
Person to another
Like a viral or
Bacterial infection
Mutating and building
Up resistance to our

Strong
  Mediocre
And
  Often
Feeble
Societal
Antidotes.

I try as many do
To be a  
Shock absorber --
A small part of
The solution;

Trying to help break
The vicious cycle by
Somehow attempting
To
Absorb the shockwaves

To help prevent them
From hitting someone
Else
Or at least
Lessening their strength
And momentum --

A form of harm
Reduction
I suppose.

Just lending an ear
And
Lending a shoulder
To lean on or
Cry on
Seems to be
An integral part in

Lessening the
Negative
Effects.
© 2025 Daniel I. Tucker

A poem from the living of my life.
Zywa Apr 13
Embittered by dregs

of liquorice, black and white --


speak with a black tongue.
Comic strip #96 - "Het boze oog" ("The Evil Eye", 1961, Marten Toonder), tier 4462

Collection "**** & Lord"
Well look who's
decided to
SHOW THEIR FACE!!!,
It is such a SUPRISE,
yet still a DISGRACE,
you are the
TALK OF THE TOWN, and
you VANISHED
without a TRANCE,
your BUSINESS is OUT THERE,
and ALL OVER THE PLACE,
so, come out of HIDING and
of the WORLD, JUST FACE,
the RUMORS are SPREADING,
like WILDFIRE, you SEE,
the GAWKS and the STARES,
I AM SO GLAD IT'S NOT ME,
the things that they are saying,
you just would not believe,
from the SQUEALER, and
the BLABBERMOUTH,
you have been DECEIVED,
BEWARE of the TATTLERS!!!,
JUST WATCH WHAT YOU SAY,
Your BUSINESS WILL BE OUT THERE,
VERY SOON AND TODAY!!,
IF ONLY YOU SAY
THE RIGHT THINGS,
TO THE ONES
WITH ITCHING EARS,
then you won't be hit with,
EMBARRASSMENT and FEAR,
If you want to SHUTDOWN
the NOSEY and UNKNOWN,
Tell them to
MIND THEIR BUSINESS,
and find BUSINESS of their OWN!!!
Why you all up in my KOOL-AID??? and
DON'T KNOW THE FLAVOR!!
Get up out of my BUSINESS, is
A JUICY GOSSIPERS MEAL SAVOR!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/5/2025
Yes, I'm back with another one!! Another one to add to my series!! (Check out my previous one's, if you so choose)
Daniel Tucker Jan 14
Black Robe
High Bench
Pursed Lips.

Furrowed Brow
Hand to Chin
The Perfect Pose.

Letter of Law
Bias Hidden
Masked Indifference.

Walk the Mile
Tighten Straps
Pull the Lever.
© 2025 Daniel I. Tucker

Character assassination in
general.
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2024
What the birds overheard

From death to passwords

Migrated to tract housing

Became postage on a slow moving envelope

Somehow ended up as a flag on the moon
A zillion image of me rest in so many minds
I dare not swim into them

I have my own ocean to swim in
That connects me to the sea bed of my heart
The seat of my soul

For now this is my only intention
For now this is my only attention
For now this is the purpose I breath into life
----------------

They watch you silently
Then judge you loudly

It’s laughable

They have so much to say about you
But nothing to say to you

It’s delirious

They have so much to say about you
But no relationship with you

It’s ironic

They have so much to say about you
outside the relationship
but not in the relationship

Its epiphanies

They have so much to say about you
But never held a conversation with you

It’s bizarre ~ hold on!
It’s their instincts? Ooh wait their six senses?

They have a problem with you
But don’t even hold your number

It’s comical
Wait! How did that possibly happen?

Creating stories in their minds of you
Confirming the stories into other minds
Spreading their impressions among a few

Then stories solidify into truth
in the eyes of a few
Now open to all as a matter of truth
Now all is open to accept as face value

Little do they know
I’m flattered by all their attention
Care little of all their perceptions
Unimpressed by all their expressions of me

Idle it all is to my essence

Meanwhile,
I'm glad to be a subject of entertainment
To fill the empty spaces of boredom in their life

I said it before but I’ll say it again
What you speak of others in their absence
Says more about the speaker than the subject

Thank you for being here
NwK
Emery Feine Oct 2024
I have seen those Golden Seas
And my name burned on someone's tongue
I locked myself out of life with my own keys
And I gasped for the toxic air in my poisoned lung

I must've forgotten who I was supposed to be
I hoped everything would be okay with a bit of luck
Then suddenly I was set free
And once more, I finally woke up.
this is my 83rd poem, written 2/20/24
Sofia Sep 2024
I feel exposed,
A bear without its coat,
I feel vulnerable,
A cactus without its spikes,
I feel scared,
A mouse running from the cat.
How much more of my life will be stolen?
How much more do they need to know?
Is it all just a game to you?
Anais Vionet Jul 2024
My Grandmère and I have long, gossipy conversations,
where we fall into our own chatty, slumber party rhythms.

She’s met or knows everyone important, and people tell her things.

They DM her or whisper secrets of lives ordered but loveless,
of careers choked by excesses and indiscretions.

She gets stealthy, leaked business reports of purported fortunes gambled and lost or of innocence wasted in bittersweet embrace - delicious, tangled narratives that expose the gaps between facades and realities that can’t be purchased.

Sometimes we pop popcorn on our private ends of the Atlantic,
watch Netflix, share secrets and laugh conspiratorially.
.
.
Songs for this:
Us by Regina Spektor
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge: Purport: A claim that may not be true.

Grandmère = Grandmother, in French.
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